Shaman King Oc Novels & Stories

Panic cut through the haze of heat. Arthur stumbled backward, his right hand flying instantly to the hilt of the ceremonial sword at his hip. His fingers fumbled against the leather grip. "Stay back," he rasped, his voice raw. He tried to draw the blade, but his wrist was weak, the steel catching in the scabbard with an uncoordinated, metallic screech. "I am your King, Malakor. Step back."

I am so royally f*cked, and not in a good way. "Tell me," the king says, "Do you know of the rumors about me?" What an odd thing to ask. "The half-wolf rumors?" I say. "Sure, who hasn't? People like to talk." "They're all true." Huh? True? Is the king actually insane? Sexy and crazy? Not my favorite combination, I have to admit. "I'm a shifter, Hera," he says. "I have no idea what that's supposed to mean," I respond.

The shaman’s entire body trembled. “Y-Your M-Majesty… the king forbade me to speak. I—I swore to him. I couldn’t—” Darian’s smile widened, slow and merciless. “Oh, you could have.” His eyes darkened. “You simply chose the wrong king.” "W-what do you mean, Your Majesty?" the shaman stammered. A slow, unsettling smile crept across Darian’s face. He rose from his throne with the calculated calm of a predator and walked toward the shaman kneeling on the cold stone floor.

I was never one to keep quiet. "The first guests will be here within an hour. This will be the Prince of Asia, his wife and daughter. He is the King's cousin and next in line for the throne, be it that you do not produce an heir. His name is Arjun. Please address him as such, seeing as all who attend will be your subordinates. Then his wife is Amelia-" Amber cut short her rant about some or other family that was arriving first. She finally noticed that she had lost Mikaela and I a long time ago. Mika smiled sheepishly at Amber and set down the statue that she was playing with. Distraction was Mikaela's best way of coping with situations she found unpleasant. Amber rolled her eyes at the girl

the young he-wolf looked up as the king called him, "I would love it if you could have a mindset similar to that of Sham. It will help you if you are going to be heading your pack from now on." "I-" "I will communicate further plans later. But, for now, let us enjoy the new lunar rising celebrations. You may take your leave." After a few seconds, the king and Sham were the only ones left in the poorly lighted room. "Sham, where is Zoey?" The king asked. "After he heard of Zaramanni's situation, he left for somewhere I have no idea of." "He was supposed to be in this meeting. Why would he send someone that I have never seen before? How do I know to trust the man he sent?"

Even though the Prospective King had died from a sword slash at that time, those who supported him still roamed around to this day, and that had not calmed Kinsley's grudge. Kinsley's time spent at the altar had reached its limit. It's time to go back or will break the time freeze magic. Kinsley pulled his hand away from Abigail's face. He stood back up and cast a spell until the chest closed. He left the basement and closed the cupboard sealed with magic.

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

“I don’t think so. The shaman that I talked to has a very serene female voice. It was so typical that it etched inside my mind.” “But now…” “I can’t say for sure.” Keira kept her lips shut when the shaman was looking at both of them with a possessive gaze. “And the shaman I knew doesn’t have that kind of gaze. Her vibe is completely different than before.” “Can you vouch for it? Are you sure this shaman is the shaman that you saw previously?” “Are you undermining my sight?” Keira jerked whatever, averted her gaze to the other side. “How would I know.” She muttered under her breath.

Shane says. “I was destroyed in those brief moments with her. I refused to leave. I had no skills. No fighting skills. My education was not glowing as I avoided school as much as possible. So, I have remained here as an Omega working my way toward getting my own apartment. Isn’t that pathetic? The Rogue King’s son working to make a meagre income to get an apartment?!?” he yells once again as rage takes over him.

“True. That’s why we didn’t realize what was going on until three weeks ago.” The King, who finally stopped looking at Ayla as if she was a poisonous snake that was about to attack him at any time, said, “Attacks have doubled or even tripled in all the kingdoms. Survivors of the attacks say that apart from Orc warriors, there have also been Shamans. In some cases, even elites.” Kristoff turned pale. “The last time we had to fight a Shaman was fifteen years ago.”